How hard I'd work to dig it up!' 'You do not know,' said his mother, rising from her seat and laying her hand upon his shoulder, 'what men have done to win it, and how they have found, too late, that it glitters brightest at a distance, and turns quite dim and dull when handled.' 'Ay, ay; so you say; so you think,' he answered, still looking eagerly in the same direction.

'For all that, mother, I should like to try.' 'Do you not see,' she said, 'how red it is?
Nothing bears so many stains of blood, as gold.

Avoid it.

None have such cause to hate its name as we have.

Do not so much as think of it, dear love.